Cannons Marina: Suncoast Grady Club Explores Bahamas
Friday – Day 7
Cannons Grady White Club, More Adventures in the Bahamas
Another quiet day on Green Turtle. The Neumans went dump diving, checking out the local dump and the chickens that reside there.
Kathy wanted to take some of the chicks home, but apparently Al decided they wouldn’t do too well on the boat.
The Griffins, Mike Seery and John Pock went to town for a lunch of cracked conch and other seafoods. Lyons and Gaults went beaching and snorkeling.
The day ended with drinks at the Green Turtle Club, dinner and drinks at the Bluff House, drinks at Green Turtle Club and off to bed.
Saturday – Day 8
Saturday dawned bright, hangovers be damned, check out was timed to the Island beat. Slow. We got it done and headed south for Marsh Harbour.
The seas were moderately bumpy. The armada sailed under the lead of Capt. Seery, all waypoints were reached.
The water was iridescent, a turquoise color that one has to see to believe. The white sand bottom was fifteen feet below our hulls, and yet seemed touchable.
The occasional conch or other shell fish dotted the pristine scene as we traveled at 32 miles per hour, seemingly gliding above a wonderland of Bahamian sea bottom. We pulled into the Boat Harbour Marina with a brisk wind sending our small craft in every direction.
Ali Schulze, Mike, Debbie & Bob Lyons
The dock master, assisted by dock-hand and former Sarasota trial lawyer Bob Lyons, who had arrived ahead of our group, worked overtime to get us berthed, and seemed ecstatic that we got lashed to the docks without damage to any of the really expensive boats moored next to our assigned slips.
We were assured by Bob Gault that he had completed the most important task assigned to him during the trip.
He found a conch shell for Lucile Miller. We all felt that we could now go home safely to Cannons Marina.
It was dinner time at Marsh Harbour. We were told about a wonderful restaurant about a ten minute walk from the hotel.
We started walking, but we’d spent a little time at the pool bar before setting out for dinner and thus, as it turned out, no one could remember the name of the restaurant.
We walked and stopped and had a drink in several places, none of them the recommended restaurant.
Finally, Debbie Lyons saw a sign that looked familiar, and we hustled in, to find that we were indeed in the right place. It turned out to be a grand restaurant, good food and tropical drinks to die for. Two, who shall remain nameless, almost did.
Home to bed. A great day ended. More adventures planned.
by Florida Author, Terry Griffin and Photo by Mike Seery
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